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by fnovelpiaEpisode 113. The Father of Orthopedics (2)
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Bernard squinted his eyes as he lay in his hospital bed. What the hell is going on? My leg is broken and I can’t even run away.
Five or six people in gowns were sitting around Bernard’s hospital bed. Bernard looked around to see if anyone was coming to help.
There was no such person.
The doctors gathered in front of Mr. Bernard’s hospital bed began to discuss among themselves and then began to bombard the patient with questions as if they were going to devour him.
“Is the patient a broken leg?”
“Did you experience any pain when you put the device on?”
“When will you be able to walk again?”
“Can you walk with crutches now?”
“Did Professor Asterix explain it?”
“What exactly did you explain?”
Mr. Bernard was just a normal person, and it took him a while to figure out what was going on. If I had to guess, I would say that the device he had attached to his leg was a method that had not been used before.
I wonder if other healers would like to learn this method. Bernard sighed.
“I don’t know much, but I think it’s okay. They said it’ll get better soon… … .”
Another round of questions.
“Can you move your toes?”
“In which direction was the bone broken?”
“Does it hurt when you put pressure on your thigh?”
Bernard eventually waved his hand.
“No, how would I know all that? Go ask that professor. I don’t know!”
Phew phew.
Mr. Bernard waved his hand, and the people in gowns left the room, muttering awkwardly. Some even wrote things down.
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Asterix leg anchor.
The professors of the Academy decided to call the newly invented device that. Professor Klaus was sitting at the table with his legs crossed.
There are three professors seated.
Graduate student Anne was quietly eating cookies on a table that no one had touched. The professors who were seated were sipping tea.
Professor Klaus opened his mouth.
“I attended Professor Asterix’s class today, and it was an interesting presentation. Dean, do you know how to make an egg stand still?”
The old dean shook his head.
“What is it?”
“Just crack the egg. If you crack the bottom of the egg, the bottom of the egg will be flat, and then you can stand the egg upright, right?”
“That’s a stupid solution.”
“That’s right.”
Professor Kropelter put down his glass.
“Here’s what I think. The stethoscope that listens to the sounds inside the patient’s body was innovative, and the leg-stretching device that came out this time is also innovative.”
“Professor Kropelter said something like that. I thought he didn’t like him.”
The Dean laughed, but Professor Kropelter shook his head seriously at these words.
“That’s it. I use a stethoscope every day in clinical practice. It’s good for diagnosing patients, especially those with colds, pneumonia, and tuberculosis.”
“Yes.”
“Just clinically helpful.”
To a doctor, there are few things more important than results.
“Some people might think this is a stupid solution. If the leg is bent, just straighten it and tie it up. If the leg is short, just pull it up. I think it makes sense.”
“I see.”
Anne nodded as she listened to the professors muttering. She was still eating her cookies. She hadn’t eaten a single meal today, so she had to eat this while she had the chance.
“I think it would be a good idea to gather the surgical societies and explain the use and effectiveness of that leg fixation device. Let’s make a statement.”
“That’s a good method too. Wasn’t the stethoscope also distributed to the academy through the academic society? It became a new technology that must be learned.”
Dean Fisher nodded. The professors continued discussing new treatments.
Anne picked up the last remaining cookie.
“Did Ms. Ann come to eat?”
Anne flinched at Professor Kropelter’s words. The three professors’ eyes were focused on the graduate student.
“Oh, yes?”
“What does Ms. Ann think?”
“Uh… … . I was listening! I need to seriously think about the art of bone consolidation and fixation, and I think Professor Asterix’s invention that came out this time is the most useful.”
Anne glanced at the professors. Professor Kropelter nodded as if satisfied.
“But it still costs a cookie.”
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This is my ward.
Mr. Bernard, who was lying in bed, looked a little irritated. What happened?
I opened up the medical records and looked at the patient. Amy was standing next to me.
“Hello. How are you?”
“No.”
“Where are you uncomfortable?”
“Last time, a bunch of doctors came to my hospital room. They asked how I fixed my leg.”
I think so.
I scratched my head awkwardly.
Last time, while I was teaching, I heard that there was a patient in the hospital who was being treated with a Thomas splint, so several people rushed to the ward.
“Did a lot of people come?”
“Yes.”
It’s not that I didn’t understand the situation.
If there is a patient in the next ward being treated with new technology or inventions, it is only natural for a medical student to go see them.
“I’m sorry. My colleagues are idiots. But I think your case will be a great help in treating people who will hurt their legs in the future.”
“Oh. Is that so?”
The patient looked at the splint on his leg.
“Is this new technology?”
“You can see it that way too.”
“I was really lucky to meet you this time, Professor. What could have been death or lifelong disability ended up being a few weeks of lying down.”
I nodded. If it had been someone else, the outcome would have been different. It was an inevitable fact.
The patient continued speaking.
“I know someone who also broke his leg at a construction site and died. That’s why he came to the Academy Hospital, even if it meant going to extremes?”
“That’s a shame. We’re researching to make sure that doesn’t happen again. That’s why those people were bothering the patient earlier. We’re trying to learn how to treat it.”
“I understand.”
“Back to the main topic. Are you in any pain? Is there any part of your body that is rubbing against the cast?”
“I got some calluses.”
“Oh my.”
It’s probably not a big deal, but I felt uneasy about letting it go. It could cause problems.
◦Anything except %◦ is fine.”
“Let’s look at the area where the callus has formed. Let’s try putting a bandage on it or applying ointment.”
“Not that much.”
“But you still need to check it.”
This is also one of the advantages of Thomas splint.
The fact that you can see the injured area even while wearing a splint. Obviously, problems are more likely to occur in places that cannot be seen.
Even a small wound can lead to severe gangrene under a plaster cast, making it difficult to use a plaster cast when there is an open wound.
You also need to check the area where the calluses have formed.
“I would like to write a paper based on the patient’s case so that future generations can also receive better treatment. Would you agree?”
In fact, the Empire does not yet have medical ethics or portrait rights laws, so there is nothing the patient can do if their case is written in a paper without their consent. They just ask out of courtesy.
“Yes, of course.”
I nodded.
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There is still one thing left to do.
Elise came to the clinic.
As promised, the treatment was already in mind. Minimize exposure to the toxin and prescribe medication to help expel the arsenic.
Since arsenic doesn’t accumulate in the body, there was a good chance that it would be okay if you just took some medicine. In fact, it wasn’t even clear if there were any symptoms.
The only concern is that there is no guarantee that peripheral neuropathy caused by arsenic exposure can be treated.
You need to see a doctor.
“You came because I told you to last time, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything particularly inconvenient?”
“I don’t know.”
I opened my medical records.
“Well, since exposure to the toxin was a gradual process in this case, the patient may not have felt it. After taking the medicine to remove the arsenic, the difference may be felt.”
“What are the possible symptoms?”
“Hmm. Possible symptoms include skin rash, respiratory disease, and peripheral neuropathy. In the patient’s case, you said that there are no symptoms yet, right?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, now you’ve thrown away all the green clothes and you’re not even putting in eye drops, right?”
“That’s what I was going to do. I threw it all away.”
“Then it will be okay.”
Elise crossed her legs again.
“Would you like to put both hands on the desk?”
“Why?”
“I want to feel the sensation of my fingertips.”
What I’m most worried about is damage to the peripheral nerves.
Elise placed both hands on the desk, and I picked at her knuckles symmetrically with a toothpick. The little duke frowned.
“Is this diagnosed?”
“Is there a point where the left and right sides of the senses are different?”
Elise hesitated and then shook her head.
I don’t think I have peripheral neuropathy. Well, if it came to a young person, I would be shocked. If I had it, it would be hard for me not to know about it.
“Don’t you check if it’s moving?”
“The nerves that move your fingers are not peripheral nerves. So you can’t move your fingers very well?”
“No.”
What the heck, bland.
Elise withdrew her hand again.
“Well, I’m glad it’s not a big deal. By the way, Professor Asterix, did you receive the letter I sent you about the investment?”
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